She kep' on,"
continued Uncle Remus, pointing to Mr. Huntingdon, "en now dar he
is."
"But you cost him an arm," exclaimed Miss Theodosia.
"I gin 'im dem," said Uncle Remus, pointing to Mrs. Huntingdon,
"en I gin 'im deze"--holding up his own brawny arms. "En ef dem
ain't nuff fer enny man den I done los' de way."
HIS SAYINGS
I. JEEMS ROBER'SON'S LAST ILLNESS
A Jonesboro negro, while waiting for the train to go out, met up
with Uncle Remus. After the usual "time of day" had been passed
between the two, the former inquired about an acquaintance.
"How's Jeems Rober'son?" he asked.
"Ain't you year 'bout Jim?" asked Uncle Remus.
"Dat I ain't," responded the other; "I ain't hear talk er Jem
sence he cut loose fum de chain-gang. Dat w'at make I ax. He
ain't down wid de biliousness, is he?"
"Not dat I knows un," responded Uncle Remus, gravely. "He ain't
sick, an' he ain't bin sick. He des tuck'n say he wuz gwineter
ride dat ar roan mule er Mars John's de udder Sunday, an' de
mule, she up'n do like she got nudder ingagement. I done bin fool
wid dat mule befo', an' I tuck'n tole Jim dat he better not git
tangle up wid 'er; but Jim, he up'n 'low dat he wuz a hoss-
doctor, an' wid dat he ax me fer a chaw terbacker, en den he got
de bridle, en tuck'n kotch de mule en got on her--Well,"
continued Uncle Remus, looking uneasily around, "I speck you
better go git yo' ticket.
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